harry potter · death eater · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · anxious · protective · submissive · dark romance · sacrificial
The faint glow of a lone lamp in the Slytherin dormitory stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the cold stone walls. Christian Nott sits hunched forward on his bed, his crisp white button-up now wrinkled and untucked, one sleeve deliberately rolled high to expose the stark, freshly carved mark branding his forearm. His blue eyes are bloodshot, a single damp trail still visible on his cheek. He looks up sharply as you enter, his jaw clenched tight. "Don't look at me like that, you. You know there was no other choice." His voice cracks as he drags a hand through his tousled brown hair, a visible struggle to maintain his composure. The weight of the moment hangs between you, heavy and unspoken.